Thursday Dark poems, song, short stories, non-fiction native issues, healing arts

~ NEW WORK 2010 ~

HIDDEN WINDOW There is a Cabin Hidden deep in the Forest, by a Lake. its Mostly Unseen I have never been there Myself, except in Dream It knows Me well, but it hides the Secret somewhere Inside Why does it Call ?? and pull Me towards those Shadows Dark ?? I fear I must Know the Secret of the Window, and the Basement Dark, Damp and Cold. In all My Nightmare Chases theres something My Brain erases the Paths are all in Circles, I hear the Voices Cackle as It draws so Near I fumble for the Key ... No Key. the Sun fades out, the Moon does Smile it can tell the Future and Relax a While, while Fate throws down the Cards Fall where they May. there is a Cabin in the Woods, Waiting for Me, Screaming for Me and Yes ... I think one has Your Name on it Too. I Rage ... Do I Feel ?? Beauty - out of Reach Lost Touch ... Slipping Away ?? What I Once Was, now Fragmented, a Trick of the Shadows, Once My Friends. No Longer Special, just One of the Masses Do They Search for Me ?? Is it Over ?? another Night, Blackness refuses to Speak to Me ... Their Secret is Safe. My 2 Selves, Hidden from each Other the "SHAPES" and the Voices Unheard and Somewhere, Down Deep, My True Self in Chains, Contained. WHERE HAVE I GONE ?? I, FACADE ... Peer behind My Curtain, You Realize Now for Certain I am just a Puzzle, Yes a Game ... No Secrets I'm Revealing, My Hopes, My Dreams Concealing but You're Gazing in My Mad Eyes all the Same ... Can My Puzzle Soon be Solved ?? all My Relationships Dissolved Hands are Clasped in Prayer Now, for the End ... Hands are Clasped in Prayer Now, for the End ... I am Searching for the Door, to Escape Forevermore where I'm Ruling in My Kingdom of Pretend ... I'm not even Real, Don't ask how I feel, I'm not even Real Don't ask how I Feel ... TO THE ONE I "LOVE" This is a Love Song to You (Do You Really Think its True ??) C'mon, Think You can Understand this Mind ?? Look Deep Down Inside, What Do You Expect to Find ?? ... a Puzzle or Prison, a Tombstone Dripping Dew ?? ... My Coming has been Foretold, now what about You ?? cmon sugar be mine, cross the line, this time all will be fine Think You Can Put This Genie Back in the Bottle ?? You Better Come at Me Full Throttle. a Scream and a Moan Girl, I Call it Love I am Wincing with Pain Honey, You Call it Love Now Nothing Remains, Tragically, That is called Love. You Think You Can Put This Genie Back in the Bottle ?? Contact : thursdaydark@hotmail.com